Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Four (Gerard)

Pete, Gerard realized, loved to curse. He also loved men but Gerard wasn't one to judge.

Pete had mentioned it to Gerard saying he hoped he wouldn't mind and Gerard told him he was fine with it. He wasn't lying of course. Gerard was never taught the whole gender roll thing as a child so he assumed people loving people no matter who they were was okay. He assumed men loving men or men loving women were the same exact thing and didn't question it. He didn't even bat an eye when he said "Okay." He just went with it.

Gerard was laying on the floor with a comic book in his hands, written at a time where ink was a thing and widely popular. He enjoyed comics more than books because the pictures to him were art and Gerard loved art. He flipped through the pages while Pete watched him.

"So," He said. "You seem alive. What's with the whole 'I can breath nuclear air.' Thing. Why do your eyes glow? Do you have like, superpowers?" Gerard hated being interrupted but he wasn't going to let Pete get on his nerves. Not when Pete was only trying to be nice.

"I've always been able to breathe air and like I told you before, my eyes turn green whenever I do it. I don't really know why or understand the concept of it. It just happens. And about the power," He continued. "I am unaware of anything but I'll let you know once I start flying or moving things with my mind."

Pete laughed, a pleasant sound but sounding a little to forced. "Geez. I wish. Then it'd be easier to defeat that bastard Urie. Can you believe it though? How one man sways the world and then all of the sudden we're living like caged animals in fear of the Black Masks who'll find any reason just to put a bullet through our heads."

"Urie?" Gerard repeated questionably. "Brendon Urie. His father took over the U.S after the nuclear war and Brendon became the next in line. The United States became this place-which you should know is called Chemical City and everything is under his control now. He's just as cruel as his father and even more of a fuckface."

"I-I know." Gerard stammered. "My parents told me. I just...Wasn't aware things were this bad. I thought everyone could breathe like us and that the world was finally picking itself together."

"Like us? Your whole family was able to breathe this shit in?" Gerard flinched and dropped his comic on his face. "Y-Yeah." He stuttered. "Except for my father. Apparently our mom passed it down to us or whatever. She explained it as 'lucky genes' and told Mikey and I that we better pass the genes on."

Pete sucked in a breath. "I have a friend named Mike, but he has to breathe with a mask. Probably not the guy you're looking for." Gerard nodded his head. "Mikey and I traveled from place to place often and neither of us got sick from the air. I mean, we coughed from it but never sick-sick. So I assume it's not."

There was a small pause in their conversation. "Do you think maybe your mother's genes were mutated at birth and then she passed them onto you and your brother?" Pete asked. "I think that they were found out and killed. The Black Masks were unaware of Mikey and I's exsistance which is why we lived this long. That," He added. "Or they know but have been unable to find us since. Unless...Unless poor Mikey got lost and someone found out about him."

Gerard knew he shouldn't be thinking about his brother's possible death but he couldn't help himself. Five years was a long time to believe a missing child alive. Especially in a decomposing world such as the one he was born in.

As much as it hurt, he knew his brother wouldn't be able to survive on his own and that he should forget about the kid before it drove him mad. Gerard had survived years without Mikey so he knew he could go on. His brother may of been the only family he had left, but his unaccounted for death made it easier for Gerard to pretend that Mikey left for a vacation.